T A T
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Thread Topic: T A T
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“Flying monkeys?” Ethel narrowed her eyes, scoffing. “Don’t be silly, such a thing doesn’t exist in this town. I can’t promise that scientists aren’t working on introducing such a myth to the world, but flying monkeys don’t exist.”
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"It was figurative language," Jaime said. "I was saying there's no need to be worried about saying you like ice cream."
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“Well, it is a delicious dish, I suppose.” Ethel muttered. As she was about to begrudgingly scoop another spoonful of cream into her mouth, she accidentally dropped the chocolate ice cream on her lap. “C-cra-! I mean, oh my goodness gracious!”
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Jaime frowned. He didn't like how much she was holding herself in. But he didn't say anything about it. Hopefully she would come out of her she'll within the next three months.
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Ethel breathed out a sigh of relief once she spotted that the ice cream had fallen directly on the napkin. She shyly folded the napkin into a ball, grimacing as some of the ice cream sauce snuck onto her fingers, and put it on the table.
“Fine, so maybe I used a napkin.” She grumbled. “But only because I knew that this dessert would be too messy! Of course I had to use a napkin with it, why wouldn’t I?” -
"I don't know, I seem to be doing just fine, and I have to lick my ice cream off a cone," Jaime said, not able to pass up a chance to tease her.
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Ethel’s nostrils flared, her death stare looking quite violent. “I-! You…!” How dare-! Are you implying that I’m a messy eater?”
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Jaime laughed. "Well I am the one without any ice cream falling into my lap."
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That left Ethel speechless. Small sputters of incoherent words flew out of her mouth like butterflies. Then, a wicked thought appeared in her head. If this person was intent on leaving her a flustered mess, she would do the same. After all, one of the biggest rules in life is, ‘An eye for an eye.’
“Well, if you insist that having a cone will leave no messes, then hand me your ice cream and I’ll try it for myself!” Ethel huffed, unable to look Jaime in the eye. Oh my, that was a terrible idea! -
"I was saying that a cone is supposed to be messier and that I'm simply more skilled in eating than you are," Jaime said. He still held on to his cone, not knowing where this was going. "Besides, you seem like a germophobe, wouldn't you be upset about licking where my tongue has been?"
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(Why do I imagine Jaime just clutching his ice cream cone in fear 💀)
It was as if Ethel was barely even listening to Jaime, being too shocked and slightly petrified at how those words just seemed to smoothly flow out of her mouth. Still stunned from her own words, Ethel half-heartedly waved him off.
“I'm not that much of a germaphobe. I just stick to a strict regimen of washing my hands after every interaction that ends with a handshake or closer. It isn't germaphobe behavior by keeping a pack of wipes in your bag for wherever you go, right?”
(There was this one time where I was going out to the car because my family and I were leaving to go to the store, and there was a lot of pollen on the car door for some reason so I took out a pack of wipes from my bag and wiped off the door handle before going in. :,)) -
"A pack of wipes? No," Jaime said. He had no idea where this side of Ethel was coming from and the sudden surge threw him off. He had been expecting a more natural change, not a switch being flipped. "Washing your hands every twenty minutes? Yes. Besides, you don't even have a toothbrush with you."
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Ethel gradually reached out for her bag, picked it up, and slowly unzipped the zipper. She put her hand in and dug around for a split second before pulling out a pack of toothbrushes and blinking, her face blank.
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Jaime sputtered out a laugh. "Fine, I think you earned it," he said, handing her his cone over the table.
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"I…. you..-! W…Wha..-t…-?" Ethel sputtered. She stared down at the cone in Jaime's hand and then right back up at him. Her eyes darted between him and the ice cream cone for a while before she hesitantly took it, internally cringing at her previous actions. She quickly handed it back to him before wiping her hands off with a napkin and folding them in her lap.
"I… well, goodness gracious, I was just teasing you. I didn't think it would happen to go that far.” Ethel said, her voice sharp yet timid, as if she didn't know what to do in this situation.
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